Su Shi has a poem: ice muscle and jade bones, cool and sweatless. The wind in the water hall is full of dark fragrance. The embroidered curtain is open, a little bright moon peeps at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillow hairpin is chaotic.

Now the embroidered curtain is open, although there is no bright moon, but there is really a cold light, pointing to the center of the eyebrows.

Although the little girl on the bed was still lying, the bow and arrow in her hand had quietly pulled the strings early, waiting for the short-sighted to come forward.

The black shadow paused, and at a glance he could see that this arrow could not be dodged no matter what, and the only way to preserve it was to exit the room the same way, otherwise this little girl would really dare to set up a killer, and the invisible aura emanating from her body clearly told him this.

To retreat, or not to retreat? The black shadow lowered his eyes and looked at the owner of this arrow, what a terrible little girl, with a bow and arrow by her side when she slept well...... Hmm, why her?

Yes, how could it be him? Yan Qi didn't feel any murderous aura from this person's body, which was why she didn't release the arrow immediately, but she never thought that this person who came was actually the one she had seen, wasn't this the ......

The two of them were in a stalemate, and suddenly heard the sound of walking in the east room next door turning over and getting out of bed and then walking with their shoes on, and their footsteps walked towards the second wife, which sounded like Mrs. Yan, who habitually got up at night to see the child--The black shadow and Yan Qi looked at each other, and no one could move for a while-no one dared to guarantee that the other party would take the opportunity to make a move if they moved, so they froze in place and listened to Mrs. Yan Er gently pushing the door in from the outside - the change is most likely to happen at this time!

“…… Huh?" Mrs. Yan was a little slow to react in a daze, but fortunately, the moon was big and bright tonight, and the situation in the house was clear at a glance," ...... Zichen: Why are you back?!"

Yan Qi:.

Second Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Qi holding a bow on the bed again: "...... Put down your bow, he's your father!"

Shadow:.

Yan Qi loosened the bowstring, put the bow and arrow back at the head of the bed, then turned over and sat up, got off the bed with his shoes, and saluted the person in front of him: "Dad." ”

The black shadow seemed to be running slowly for a while, still processing information, and was silent for a while, only tilting his head to look at the big flower girl in front of him who called himself his father, until he heard Mrs. Yan ask again: "Zichen, why are you back now?"

"Look at my son. The black shadow easily ran out three words, and then looked at Yan Qi's face for a while, "Xiao Qi?"

"Hmm. Yan Qi looked at her, the cheap father who finally met, his face covered all the expressions on his face, now he was so close, he looked even taller than that night, one person almost covered half of the room of moonlight, his back was straight, like a steel spear erect, what he exuded was the smell of iron and blood, the breath of wind and sand, that's right, he was, he was Yan Zichen, the famous Yan Zichen of Saibei.

"Our father and son have something to say," Yan Zi suddenly grabbed Yan Qi and lifted him up, and Yan Qi sat on his shoulder, "Don't make a noise, I'll be back in a while." ”

After saying this, the second wife of Tong Yan jumped out of the window with Yan Qi wrapped in her feet, and made a "bang" sound, and I don't know whose head it hit.

Mrs. Yan Er was still in a trance, and the nurse on the kang at the root of the window woke up, rubbed her eyes and turned over to sit up, saw her standing on the floor of the house, and hurriedly got out of bed and said softly: "Don't worry, Mrs., the little young master hasn't made trouble for half the night." ”

…… He didn't make trouble, my old man and my daughter made trouble, and I don't know what kind of trouble he was going to make. Mrs. Yan looked out the window in confusion.

There is a firewood room in the northwest corner of the third courtyard after entering the house, of course, it is full of firewood, and it will not be locked every day, Yan Zichen carried her daughter into the firewood room and put it down, covered the door with her hand, and then turned her face and split her head is a sentence: "Don't tell anyone about that night." ”

"Does it include the matter of Mrs. Zhai?" Yan Qi asked, rubbing his head.

"......" Yan Zichen squatted down, raised his face to look at Yan Qi, the moonlight flowed down from the crack in the door, and mottled light lines were imprinted on his face, "...... Include. ”

The candid attitude of "......" makes people speechless......

Yan Zichen's eyes stared at Yan Qi's face for a long time, then he suddenly smiled, turned his head and casually pulled out a stump from the pyre and put it under his buttocks, and then sat on it with a golden knife, put his two arms on his knees, tilted his head and continued to stare at Yan Qi: "Archery is good, who taught it?"

"A man who is not in the world has passed away. Yan Qi also turned his head and pulled out a stump from the pyre and sat opposite Yan Zichen.

"What are you doing in Beisai?" Yan Zichen asked.

"I want to confirm if Xiao Jiu and I are your biological sons. "Yan Qidao.

"Someone scolded you for being a wild seed?" Yan Zichen asked.

The first reaction of "......" is really unexpected...... Is this a gangster on the street? The gangsters are quite familiar with the swearing...... "No, but there are some people and things that make us feel that our background is a bit problematic, especially mine." ”

Yan Zichen snorted, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a sturdy little arm covered with scars, and stretched out in front of Yan Qi: "Do you want to have a blood confession?"

"I heard that it is not necessarily accurate to recognize relatives by dripping blood. "Yan Qidao.

"Then it's no problem," Yan Zichen said very happily, "Throw the copper plate." ”

"............ "This、Is this the so-called iron-blooded style of soldiers...... Or is it a simple style of street gangsters who don't have to spend their brains?......

"Do you want to throw it?" asked the man in a serious manner.

“…… It's too hasty today, so let's choose a good day and throw it away. "Yan Qidao.

Yan Zichen glanced at Yan Qi's face a few times and said, "How did you get mixed up with the grain army?"

Yan Qi briefly told him what had happened, and finally asked him: "Didn't Yao Lida allocate military rations for you?"

"Dog Riyao has cut off our food for more than ten days, and the newly brought military rations can't fall into our hands," Yan Zichen said and suddenly stretched out his hand, put his big palm on the top of Yan Qi's head, and emphasized again, "Don't talk about robbing military rations." ”

"Yes. Yan Qidao, "How long will the battle with the four barbarians last?"

"Fight hard, and it will be over in two or three months," Yan Zichen tilted the corners of his lips, hooking his beard and shaggy him, "If you drag it out, it won't be over in a year or two." ”

"Why dragging?"

"It is too easy to fight, it is not difficult, and those who want to make military merits, those who want to make war money, and those who want to negotiate terms with barbarians to secretly reap benefits, can get very little. Yan Zichen's dark eyes reflected the white moonlight.

"The emperor doesn't know what's going on here?" Yan Qi asked.

"It's because I know that I have to open my eyes and close my eyes," Yan Zichen pulled his beard again, "Let people give you your life, who will give you a good job if you don't give some benefits?"

"It's not easy for the emperor," Yan Qi sighed, "but Dog Riyao is doing something wrong in Beisai, doesn't he care?"

"No evidence. But according to human words, there is no evidence. Yan Zichen smiled suddenly, and stretched out his big hand to pat Yan Qi's shoulder, looking like the two brothers, "But now there is." ”

"Military rations. Yan Qi vaguely understood something.

"Okay, it's not too early, I'll go and see Xiao Mi and go. Yan Zichen got up and patted his buttocks, and looked at Yan Qi with a sideways face, "Which of the boys who were with you that night was Xiao Jiu?"

"He's asleep in the west room, you can go and see it directly. "Yan Qidao.

In the middle of the night, the father of the third watch secretly sneaked into his son's room to peep at his son's sleeping face, how embarrassing he thought about this kind of thing, Yan Zichen waved his hand: "Another day." I'll come back in two days, don't let the news go. ”

"Good. Yan Qi responded, "By the way, there are big portraits of you hanging everywhere in the city now, have you seen it?" ”

Yan Zichen touched his furry chin: "Lao Tzu is afraid of his eggs." ”

Carrying Yan Qi back to the upper room, Yan Zichen hurriedly glanced at Xiao Eleven, who was still asleep, and said a few words to Mrs. Yan's second wife, and then quietly left, leaving the mother and daughter to sleep again, seeing that it was about to dawn outside, she asked the nurse to sleep with Xiao Eleven, and the mother and daughter were lying on the bed in the east room talking.

"My father is very talkative, why never write to us?" Yan Qi asked Yan Er's wife, before this, Comrade Yan Zichen had always given her the impression of an unsmiling, rigid and serious image of an ancient parent, but tonight the image completely collapsed, mellow into a fluffy ruffian.

"Your father hates writing the most in his life," Mrs. Yan smiled, "When I was young in the academy, your father was the one who came at the bottom of the annual exams, and your uncle and your third uncle were also the ones who sat on the top spot." ”

Yan Qi estimated that her fourth uncle was also a scumbag, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the old lady was also forced to a new height, and the four sons and the two scumbags were evenly distributed.

"Did you also go to school in Jinxiu back then?" Yan Qi asked.

"Yes, not only me, but several of your uncles are also in Jinxiu, at that time they had a very good relationship with your father, together with a few brothers from the martial arts family, a group of people mixed together all day long, and every three or five days they had to fight with the people of Yushu, and it became commonplace to hang colors on their bodies!"

"Uncle, they have been guarding in southern Xinjiang with their grandfather for almost ten years, when will they be able to return to Beijing?" Yan Qi asked.

"Who knows......" Mrs. Yan sighed lightly, it is normal for the border guards not to return to Beijing for ten or eight years, but fortunately, the whole family went to southern Xinjiang with them, so they would not be separated.

"Speaking of the martial arts family, my mother can see Uncle Wu's father and son this time?"

They only met in a hurry, and on the second day, the Wujia Army let Yao Lida transfer away. ”

"Do you still have an impression of the twelve uncles of the martial family?"

"Samurai Twelve...... Wu Changge?"

"Well, it's him, what's his relationship with my father?"

"It's very good, I was also in your father's gang when I was in Jinxiu, and later went to the battlefield with your father, and the two of them were born and died side by side, which was a lifelong friendship. ”

This...... What is the reason why Wu Changge hates Comrade Yan Zichen out of love?

During the day, Yan Qi reported to Yan Jiu Sama about her meeting with their father last night, and Young Master Yan Jiu didn't say anything after hearing it, but only asked Yan Qi: "Who did you hear that blood is not allowed to recognize relatives?"

"Believe me, I'm sure of that. Yan Qidao, "Why don't we try it now?" he rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, "If the blood doesn't get along later, don't cry." ”

Young Master Yan Jiu glanced at her and turned around and left.

Yan Zichen, who had promised to return in two days, did not move until the end of May, during which time several small-scale wars took place inside and outside the Guan, all of which ended with the victory of the Celestial Army.

"It's all like this, what else are the barbarians going to fight?" the ladies were talking about as they gossiped together.

"This is not an unusual situation. Young Master Yan Jiu said.

"It's always such a small fight, it's really a bit of a panic. "Yan Qidao.

"Maybe it's to hide people's eyes and ears, holding back a big one. Cui Xi occasionally pondered about the war.

"Hmm. Xiao Chen said.

On a sultry night in early June, a muffled thunder woke Yan Qi from his dream, and rain crackled outside, carrying the heavy smell of dust and hot flashes into the window.

Yan Qi got up and got out of bed, gently pushed the door to the west room, lifted Yan Xiaojiu's bed tent and looked inside, and saw that the yarn of this goods was kicked aside in a ball, and the short shirt on it was also rolled up, and a piece of belly was exposed to hang outside.

This goods just made a fuss about his stomach two days ago, and he lost weight by pulling and spitting up, and this time it was just a little bit to dry his belly here again, Yan Qi reached out and gently stretched the yarn to cover him, and when he turned around after closing the tent, the white flash outside flashed, and he saw a black shadow jumping into the courtyard from the wall.

Yan Qi opened the door and went to the hall, pulled out the latch, probed out, and beckoned to the one who was about to drill into the window in the east, and the one strode over.

The beard is still the same beard, and the father is still the same father, first lift Yan Qi from the ground and throw it on his shoulder, Yan Qi hurriedly tilted his body, almost hit the door frame again, walked into the house from the outside, and then took it off his shoulder, "Wait here." As he spoke, he stepped into the east room, and walked out in the middle of the night, no one was alarmed, hooked the back of Yan Qi's head, and pointed to the west room: "Xiao Jiu?"

"Aang. Yan Qi took him in, afraid that he would be embarrassed, and took the initiative to lift the tent to show him his son's sleeping appearance.

"This kid. Yan Zichen recognized the little rabbit cub who spoke slowly and gouged him out with cold eyes that night, glanced at it and turned around and walked to the opposite side of the kang and sat down with a golden knife, "I didn't wake up your mother, and I don't have to tell her about coming tonight, in a few days I will lead the troops out of the customs and go deep into the barbarian battle area, I am afraid that I will not be able to come back for ten days and a half months, if I can come back, I will go home first to meet with you, if you can't come back, close the door of the house, don't go anywhere, wait for your uncle's news." ”

Is this an explanation of his last words? Going deep into the barbarian array, this is going to go straight into the wolf's den alone, who else can give such an order and command Yan Zichen's army, who else can there be besides Yao Lida? First cut off the military rations of the Yan family army for more than ten days, and then let them go straight into the wolf's den to fight, this is basically throwing a piece of meat into the hungry wolves.

"Are your soldiers full?" Yan Qi asked.

Yan Zichen's eyebrows moved, and he laughed: "There is wine and meat, and I am very full." ”

"Then you fight hard, our family doesn't have wine and meat to give you a funeral. "Yan Qidao.

"Haha!" Yan Zichen got up, "I'm leaving, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Not for the time being. "Yan Qidao.

Yan Zichen was about to step out.

"I have. A voice suddenly sounded, but I saw a hand poking out from the crack of the tent on the bed, and slowly lifted the tent, revealing a faint and cold face. 166 Reading Network